Chapter 17: Blonde Over Blood

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After the insane 'vampire' attack the previous night, Nova feels that she has a responsibility to stop the attacks once and for all. However, she's, apparently, not the only one who feels the same. During her investigation, she is met with a very disturbing and unexpected surprise.

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I wake to bright sunlight shining through the blinds of my bedroom window, as well as extreme aches in my entire body. Wincing as my eyes slowly adjust to the room, I glance around and am surprised to see Hazel sitting in a small chair at my bedside, looking concerned but relieved to see me awake.

"Nova?" she asks, leaning over to me. "Are you alright?" In all honesty, I am quite shocked to see her so worried for me, especially after our earlier argument.

"Hey, Haze..." I smile weakly at her as I turn my head toward her. "What—ah!" The slight motion triggers an intense stabbing sensation in the side of my neck. I automatically reach up with my hand and feel a thick bandage over the spot, and I also see several smaller bandages along both of my bare arms between by wrists and elbows.

At first, I am shocked to see the bandages, and I struggle to recall what gave me all those wounds, and then a few seconds later everything comes flooding back to me all at once:

The late-night walk I took...

The gut-wrenching scream I heard in the alleyway...

The strange 'vampire-boy' I saw attack the poor homeless woman in the alleyway...

The same 'vampire-boy' who attacked me in the park not long after...

Managing to stumble back into the apartment before everything went blank...

And then nothing after that. I guess I ended up passing out not long after I got back, most likely from exhaustion and blood-loss. Thank God I passed out after I arrived back at the apartment and not in the middle of a street somewhere in the city. God knows what would've happened if people saw a random unconscious, regenerating girl lying in the middle of the street; so many questions I would've been unable to answer, at least truthfully.

Before I have a chance to wonder if I had legitimately regenerated while I was unconscious (not that I feel like I actually have), Hazel speaks up, saying in a serious tone, "You went out late last night and came back covered in blood. It looked like someone had tried ripping your throat out from the side of your neck. Don't you remember?"

From the tone of her voice, she sounds like she doesn't know what actually happened. Of course not, since I had planned to keep that all a secret... Well, sort of, as I obviously hadn't expected that attack while I was on my walk, but now that I know of the attacks since I was warned about them from the police officers, now I feel as if I should keep everything a secret from Hazel as a way of protecting her from everything and wanting to be involved herself.

"Kinda..." I say before lying, "My brain's a little...fuzzy." Of course, it's not super fuzzy; I just don't want Hazel to know anything and have any part of it, knowing that it's my responsibility, and mine alone, to get to the bottom of this 'vampire' mystery—much like what Scooby-Doo and the Gang would do (rather, what just Fred Jones would do, minus Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby), except this time I am my own 'Scooby Gang.'

Suddenly feeling chilly, I look under my blanket to discover that, for some strange reason, I am not wearing any clothes, save for my underwear. I also discover that my pillowcase and bedsheets are slightly stained with orange-red blood along my left side. I glance back up at Hazel and ask, feeling slightly uncomfortable, "Um...where're my clothes?", thinking that she had stripped me of my clothing while I was passed out.

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